Adonis had found some footprints that he claim weren't from anyone of the surviving crew, we all tried it with skepticism since most of the crew members had lost their shoes in the shipwreacking, but then one day we discovered a particulary large footprint that couldn't belong to any of us, so we made a searching team to look for the strange visitors who stole our dead bodies and occationally the little food we still had, as more and more crates of food were missing we had to resort to fishing and put a 24 hour watch over the food we still had.

And one day we found them, we had searched the island countless times and found nothing, nor any sign of the bodies, but one day in the distance we saw countless large, Maylasian canoes, ten man could be fit in every one of them, and standing in the front of the largest one was a native that seem to be the chief of his tribe, scary enough was the complicated tribal tatoos covering the bodies of these men, but the Chief -who was apparently some kind of priest too- was carring a staff where two human skulls were dangling from.

But that was not all as soon as they set foot ashore they pushed some members of the crew that we believed drowned and made them dig in the sand from where they extracted some of our missing crates and took it into the canoes, contrary to what you may expect the prisioners looked well fed and healthy occationally the chief would check the thighs of their victims and made a comment to a native that seem to be his personal assintant, you don't need to be a genious to figure out what was going on here, they were feeding and enslaving our men till they were fat enough to eat them.